Busy
with appointments all afternoon, I was grateful to finally tuck Timmy
into bed. He was a trooper, but wrangling a three year old is wearing.
Last night I was reminded that I'm no longer a young Mom. I hate to
admit it, but I felt old and worn out. I was definitely feeling every
bit of my age by the time I poured myself into bed.
Today we
have nothing scheduled, which is good because I don't think I could
physically handle another day like yesterday. I'm looking forward to
sitting on the couch, watching cartoons with Timmy and not doing
anything productive. (I realize that the chances of that wish
materializing are slim to none, but a gal can dream, right?) I'm sure
that we will end up going to the pool, an activity that everybody
enjoys. Maybe I'll propel myself to hero by allowing the boys to order
fries at the snack bar.
Have a great weekend!
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